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Creepy guy creeps me out! :\
Had the weirdest night ever. Yeah I know I say that a lot. But still.
The summer is finally past, hallelujah! Gone are the crazy dumb clueless tourists, back into whereever they came from or what rock they crawled out of. The beautiful fall weather has insprised people to go out on dates with their significant other or their...well, you'll see.
Me: They Rrrreally don't pay me enough
Tall Guy: He was tall. Really Tall. Not important but still.
LL: Luscious lady (of the night)
Ok. We were sold out. I like sold out but it's a double edge sword. I get to tell drunks and the like to go away somewhere else, but more nitwits to babysit.
Me: Can I help you?
TG: Yeah *stumbles in, reeks of booze* You gotta a room tonight?
Me: *shaking head even bfore he finishes the question* Nope. Sold Out. Bye!
TG and LL stumble out. But are back again.
Me: Yes?
TG: You gotta cab number?
Me: It's *gives number*
TG: Waiiiit. *slooowly takes out phone, slooowly turns it on, sloooowly dials* What is it?
Me: *gives number*
I was thinking, I bet some mom with her brats comes down right down. Luckily the Hotel Gods were smiling and they didn't. TG and LL left. God, they reeked.
So I go back to the back doing fun stuff. I hear loud slamming of the door that leads to the employees only room a lot. Curious I poke my head out. No it isn't the Houseperson. I see a glimpse of a guy out on the front desk so I go out.
Me: Hello? Can I help you?
CG (creepy guy): Yeah. Ummmm...I need...uh. You know.
Me: What?
CG: Ummm. Where would I get some... escorts? You know.
Me: *shocked* We don't uh, do that thing. It's illegal.
CG: Well I'm not a undercover cop.
Me: I don't care. Whatever you are, we don't do that.
CG: Well...uh. What if I pay you $500.
Me: Still. Sorry. Either you get it yourself or....whatever. But we don't do that.
CG: ....$1000. Then.
Me: *speechless*
I was about to go back to get away from this creepy guy, but he kept persisting. And ew, ew his talking to my chest. Yuck. Just as I was about to leave, this woman comes out of nowhere. I mean literally.
PW (paper woman): There's no paper in the business center! Blreagh!
Me: Oh. Um, I'll put some in then in a bit....
PW: Thanks! *disappears into the netherspace*
Me:
*blink blink* (to CG, whose STILL standing there) Yeah so we don't do that here. Sorry!
CG:....Ok.... *wanders off*
I did ask him for his room number which he ignored. Too bad. Prostitution is illegal here and I could've called the police on him. Oh well. I just hope he doesn't take his uh, sexual frustrations on the room and trash it and wake up his neighbors. I mean, we got porn. Isn't that enough? :\
The summer is finally past, hallelujah! Gone are the crazy dumb clueless tourists, back into whereever they came from or what rock they crawled out of. The beautiful fall weather has insprised people to go out on dates with their significant other or their...well, you'll see.
Me: They Rrrreally don't pay me enough
Tall Guy: He was tall. Really Tall. Not important but still.
LL: Luscious lady (of the night)
Ok. We were sold out. I like sold out but it's a double edge sword. I get to tell drunks and the like to go away somewhere else, but more nitwits to babysit.
Me: Can I help you?
TG: Yeah *stumbles in, reeks of booze* You gotta a room tonight?
Me: *shaking head even bfore he finishes the question* Nope. Sold Out. Bye!
TG and LL stumble out. But are back again.
Me: Yes?
TG: You gotta cab number?
Me: It's *gives number*
TG: Waiiiit. *slooowly takes out phone, slooowly turns it on, sloooowly dials* What is it?
Me: *gives number*
I was thinking, I bet some mom with her brats comes down right down. Luckily the Hotel Gods were smiling and they didn't. TG and LL left. God, they reeked.
So I go back to the back doing fun stuff. I hear loud slamming of the door that leads to the employees only room a lot. Curious I poke my head out. No it isn't the Houseperson. I see a glimpse of a guy out on the front desk so I go out.
Me: Hello? Can I help you?
CG (creepy guy): Yeah. Ummmm...I need...uh. You know.
Me: What?
CG: Ummm. Where would I get some... escorts? You know.
Me: *shocked* We don't uh, do that thing. It's illegal.
CG: Well I'm not a undercover cop.
Me: I don't care. Whatever you are, we don't do that.
CG: Well...uh. What if I pay you $500.
Me: Still. Sorry. Either you get it yourself or....whatever. But we don't do that.
CG: ....$1000. Then.
Me: *speechless*
I was about to go back to get away from this creepy guy, but he kept persisting. And ew, ew his talking to my chest. Yuck. Just as I was about to leave, this woman comes out of nowhere. I mean literally.
PW (paper woman): There's no paper in the business center! Blreagh!
Me: Oh. Um, I'll put some in then in a bit....
PW: Thanks! *disappears into the netherspace*
Me:
*blink blink* (to CG, whose STILL standing there) Yeah so we don't do that here. Sorry!CG:....Ok.... *wanders off*
I did ask him for his room number which he ignored. Too bad. Prostitution is illegal here and I could've called the police on him. Oh well. I just hope he doesn't take his uh, sexual frustrations on the room and trash it and wake up his neighbors. I mean, we got porn. Isn't that enough? :\
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